Chapter 94: The Outer Gate Fights Again! Jian Feng Leng!

  Under the stage, the outer door disciples who were shocked and stunned finally came back to their senses and suddenly exploded!

  "How is that possible! What kind of swordsmanship is this!"

  "Too fast! Good heavens, I didn't even see it, how did that Blood Devil make its move?!"

  The Fang family disciples exclaimed and nodded: "Awesome, awesome! Indeed worthy of being the Blood Demon who traveled with Luo You Shixiong!"

  Liu's disciple smiled, though he was smiling, his eyes revealed a hint of disdain, saying: "That Blood Devil is quite capable, but in the next match, he'll encounter Liu Qing and Shifu. That's as far as he'll go!"

  Zhang's disciples were furious: "No way! That little brat must be cheating! How could Master Zhang lose to him?"

  Mo Bei slowly opened his eyes and broke free from his meditation.

  "Hmmph!"

  At this moment, a cold and angry voice came into Mo Bei's ears.

  He looked up and saw Zhang Xinghuan, who had already lost the game, with a dark face and sinister eyes that kept flashing, staring at Mo Bei.

  Just now he was still boasting, wanting to cut Mo Bei in half with one sword!

  But in the end, Mo Bei cut himself in half with a sword!

  And it was a hard-hitting, needle-sharp sword.

  No skill whatsoever, just relying on swordsmanship for a single strike.

  This made Zhang Xingxuan, who had been known for his strength since he was a child and took great pride in it, unable to bear the thought!

  "Bang!"

  It was like a heavy slap, hitting his face fiercely.

  His face at this moment was changing from red to white, extremely unbearable.

  "You're ruthless, kid! Let's see how things go!"

  Zhang Xinghuan was thoroughly ashamed and humiliated, his anger and resentment boiling over, his venomous gaze cutting sharply at Mo Bei.

  At this moment, Long Hao Tian happened to arrive just in time. He didn't know the result of Mo Bei's match yet, but seeing Zhang Xing Huan's expression and his look, he suddenly understood.

  "Haha, you think you can compete with me? You're just a small fry, don't know your place!" Long Hao Tian sneered mercilessly, standing in front of Zhang Xing Huan with his arms crossed, raising his chin and curling his lip in disdain.

  "Come on, you want to take revenge? I'm ready for you anytime. But first, you have to defeat me! My boss isn't someone who will bother with just anyone!"

  "Hmmph!"

  Zhang Xinghuan was so angry that he almost spat blood, but at this time, he really couldn't afford to lose face, so he could only hum a response and lead a group of Zhang family juniors away with their tails between their legs.

  From then on, Mo Bei advanced to the 64 strong!

  "Pfft, pig nose inserted with scallions, really taking yourself seriously! What a thing!" Long Hao Tian angrily spat on the ground: "Isn't it just relying on Zhang's family wealth and arrogance, all sorts of precious treasures, piling up strength? Showing off what!"

  "Hey, big brother, let's not bother with him! That little brat wants to come," Long Hao Tian rolled up his sleeves and said loudly: "I guarantee I'll beat one if he comes alone, and a pair if two come!"

  Mo Bei couldn't help but laugh inwardly, thinking: Are you competing with him or am I competing with him?

  "Mo Bei Ge, I've entered the top 64!"

  Ye Qinghong skipped over, excitedly walking over, from a distance she saw Mo Bei, before she even got close, she let out a startled cry, her pretty face full of excitement and a flush that seeped out.

  Long Haitian was pinched by her small handle and didn't dare to retort, offering a flattering smile: "Qing Hong Shijie is out, the disciples who fought against her would fall without a fight, defeated and scattered!"

  "Little spendthrift, you're quite right." Ye Qinghong was delighted in her heart and a hint of a smile appeared on her pretty face as she smiled and said: "When this young lady is happy, I'll speak some good words about you to Sister Ye Ning."

  "Ah! The green-robed sister is even more beautiful than the fairy maiden, not only is her cultivation profound and unfathomable, but also her words are like a divine decree, once spoken, it's impossible to take back. Little Haozi's admiration for you is simply like an unstoppable torrent of water!"

  Long Haitian was overjoyed and immediately began to flatter her tirelessly. He was originally eloquent and good at coaxing women, his mouth as sweet as if it had been smeared with honey.

  Ye Qinghong was originally a reserved and innocent girl, but she couldn't resist Long Haitian's smooth talk. The two of them hit it off immediately and forgot all their past unpleasantness, flattering each other instead.

  Upon hearing that, Mo Bei felt a chill run down his spine and thought to himself: No way, no way. From now on, I'll have to keep some distance from this kid, Qing Hong.

  Otherwise a lovely and lively little girl would be affected by that shameless boy in who-knows-what way.

  Some people are delighted, while others are worried.

  Just as they were happily chatting away, a slightly melancholic and low voice came over: "Mo Bei Shixiong."

  Mo Beizhong and everyone else followed the sound to look over, and they saw that it had been a long time since they last saw Niu Deng, who was standing not far away, waving at them and looking around.

  Niu Deng forced a smile on his face, but the haze of loss and gloom that shrouded his face could not be dispersed.

  "It's actually Niu Deng." Mo Bei hugged his hands, and his eyes swept across Niu Deng's face for a moment before he suddenly thought of something and smiled slightly: "I didn't expect to run into you here."

  Long Haitian this silly boy, with a straight face, curiously asked: "Hey, Niu Deng. How was your match?"

  Upon hearing this, the bitter expression on Niu Deng's face became even more pronounced. He forced out a smile with great difficulty, but it couldn't conceal the sense of loss on his face. He let out a long sigh: "Alas! I guess my luck is just too bad. I thought I could make it into the top 64, but who knew I'd run into one of the four great geniuses, Ye Qingfeng."

  Saying that, Niu Deng shook his head and sighed: "That Ye Qingfeng is really too formidable. Before I even drew my sword, he ended me with a single stroke. His sword was drawn so quickly, his strength was just too great. I'll stop here!"

  Niu Deng sighed, "The four great geniuses are indeed extraordinary and live up to their reputation. Their profound cultivation and powerful strength make one involuntarily surrender! Mo Bei Shixiong, if you encounter those four great geniuses, remember to be careful!"

  He had originally been good-natured, but when he heard Long Hao Tian's words, he thought that Niu Deng felt that Mo Bei was not as good as the Four Great Geniuses, and his heart suddenly became displeased.

  Long Hao Tian curled his lip and said with disdain:

  "Cut, what's so great about the Four Great Talents! With my eldest brother here, no matter if it's the Four Great Talents or the Taixu Seven Sons, I guarantee they'll be killed and flee in disarray!"

  Mo Bei heard Niu Deng's words and slightly raised an eyebrow, subconsciously taking another two glances at Niu Deng, thinking to himself:

  I'm somewhat familiar with Niu Deng's strength. Although he can't be considered a genius, he's much stronger than an average disciple. How could he be killed by Ye Qingfeng in just one move?

  Ye Qingfeng's strength had actually risen sharply and was growing at such a rapid pace!

  Everyone saw Mo Bei squinting his eyes, with a glimmer of light in his pupils, but no one knew what he was thinking.

  Ye Qinghong subconsciously poked Mo Bei's arm with her finger and called out softly: "Ge Mo Bei?"

  "Oh!" Mo Bei finally woke up from his contemplation, with a smile on his face, and said: "Niu Deng, my junior brother, don't be too hard on yourself. There will always be opportunities, even if you didn't get a good ranking this time, there's next time! The path of cultivation is long and arduous, don't lose heart."

  "What Master Mo Bei said is absolutely right," Niu Deng smiled and said: "The next match is about to begin, I won't disturb you all anymore. Farewell for now, we'll meet again at the Holy Temple!"

  After waving goodbye to Mo Bei and the others, Niu Deng followed the disciples who had lost the match, walking towards the Bronze Ancient Gate. His figure disappeared into the gate, and with a flash of light, he was gone without a trace.

  When everyone is resting.

  Numbers gathered from flowing shadows in the sky, constantly changing.

  In the blink of an eye, the opponents for the next match have been confirmed one by one.

  Thirty-two strong competition opponents, Mo Bei vs Liu Qinghe!

  Mo Bei stood on the platform, his eyes gleaming with spirit, his right eye slightly narrowed, a hint of sharp light flashing from the corner of his eye, piercing people's hearts.

  "Blood Demon, tsk tsk. I didn't expect you could make it here, looks like even among the common folk there are some strong ones."

  Liu Qing stared intently at Mo Bei, a cold smile playing on the corners of his mouth: "However, now that you've met me, it's all over for you."

  "You're quite confident." Mo Bei smiled calmly.

  Liu Qing was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing loudly and said: "It's not that I'm confident, I'm just stating the facts. You're just a lowly commoner, what can you use to compete with me?"

  "Don't think that killing a few ordinary people is anything to brag about. Being given the name 'Blood Demon' is already looking up to you!" Liu Qing sneered, licking his lips, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "This is the world of cultivation, where one relies on heavenly treasures and earthly riches, and on their own cultivation! I advise you, it's better not to humiliate yourself!"

  "What can I compete with you for?"

  Looking at the words and expressions, everywhere showed a proud and arrogant attitude, as well as Liu Qinghe's disdain. Mo Bei suddenly smiled, but that smile was full of coldness.

  He flipped his sleeve, his wrist slightly turned, and the long sword suddenly came out of its scabbard. Under the powerful force, the sword body kept trembling lightly, emitting a rapid and urgent hum, with a cold and fierce sword momentum!

  "I have a sword, I don't know if it's enough?"

  "No matter how talented you are, no matter how heaven-defying your abilities may be, in the end, they will not be enough to withstand this one sword of mine!"

  Liu Qing's anger reached its peak, his eyes bulged out, and a torrent of murderous intent burst forth. He gritted his teeth and let out a loud roar: "Fine! You're looking for death? I'll grant your wish!"

  The words have fallen.

  Liu Qing and Bian had already burst out, their figures flashing by, and in an instant they had charged three zhang away, brandishing their long swords and slashing down!

  "Snow Shadowless Sword!"

  Liu Qing let out a loud shout and his footsteps shook the ground, his body swaying left and right, flashing about like a ghostly apparition, truly strange and eerie.

  His hand held a long sword, constantly slashing and chopping horizontally.

  A faint brown sword aura, continuously and unceasingly erupting from the edge of his sword, fell towards Mo Bei like raindrops.